The storyteller on the high platform didn't seem to expect someone to say this, and he was embarrassed for a while. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But he reacted quickly and said, "Xu is Aunt Jiang who saw this first and then went to Merlin." ”

Everyone nodded, as if such an explanation also made sense.

Baxia couldn't help it, and blurted out: "Hey, you old man, your mouth is wrong." You just said that Gao Sanlang and Miss Yun met when they were in the middle of the moon. And Aunt Jiang was also in Merlin at about that time.

Could it be that this Aunt Jiang has some doppelganger skills. Gee, she's not some kind of monster, right?"

After finishing speaking, he secretly glanced at his grandfather. Seeing that his grandfather didn't blame him for speaking without permission, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Hehe, the master said that he didn't care about Miss Yun, but he could care about this in his heart! This is duplicity, and he wants to save face.

Yun Tianhua listened to this familiar voice, looked back upstairs, and accurately saw the cunning young man upstairs, still dressed in brocade clothes, with an underbeaten face.

She was turning around and continued to listen to the storyteller's explanation: "This, this is what Aunt Jiang said herself, how can it be false." Aunt Xu happened to meet Aunt Jiang on the way to Merlin?"

This explanation is plausible, but it also reveals a message. Aunt Jiang met Yun Tinghua for a private meeting when she went to Meilin, does that mean that Gao Sanlang and Yun Tinghua also did something unseemly?

Some people have nothing to do all day long, and they like to be smart, and they like to understand the meaning of other people's words, and then they become their own words, and the people who listen to them naturally feel that the taste is different.

So the rumors came from ten to hundred, and that's how the rumors came.

Yun Tianhua glanced at the storyteller coldly, took a sip of tea, and explained a few words to Yun Liu. Yun Liu took the order and went out, and when he left, he glanced at the storyteller on the stage narrowly.

***

Upstairs, Baxia saw that Yun Liu was gone, and asked suspiciously, "What does the eldest lady want to do?"

The voice on the opposite side was not salty or light: "What else can I do, I want to go to one place with my master!"

"Think of one place?" Eight exclaimed, "What do you want to do?"

"What do you call it fun?"

Eight deflated mouths, Miss Yun and his grandfather really smell like each other, a raccoon dog, embarrassed, and similar things gather.

***

On the high platform, the storyteller is still talking. It tells the story of the first meeting between Gao Saburo and Miss Yunda.

"Anyway, the snowflakes were flying that day, the coldness was Cen Cen, and Miss Yun's little delicate body shrank in the wind......"

When he talked about the touching place, he took advantage of the moment when the audience expressed his emotions, and found a gap to drink a cup of tea.

Then he continued: "At that time, Gao Sanlang saw that I felt pity when I saw the beauty, and I immediately felt pity in my heart, and put the cloak on my body on Miss Yun's body......"

Yun Liu returned to his seat and nodded to Yun Qianhua. His eyes were shining brightly at the gentleman on the high platform.

Yun Tinghua listened to it and felt very bored. In this case, she has long been tired of reading the book, it is nothing more than the ups and downs between the poor son and the rich lady, but this storyteller replaced the protagonists in it with her and Gao Saburo.

Change the soup without changing the medicine.

The storyteller on the stage was "snapping" his mouth, and cheers came from time to time in the teahouse, all of whom were pitying Yun Tianhua and Gao Saburo, the lovers.

Yun Tianhua was impatient, "Why hasn't it worked?"

Whatever you want. Only the storyteller's voice was low in the teahouse, and everyone else listened with their ears open.

"Poof......

Suddenly, an inhuman voice sounded with a long end note.

People were still immersed in the reluctant goodbye between Gao Saburo and Miss Yun, and their emotions also fell into a low ebb with the atmosphere created by Mr. Storyteller. This occasional voice pulled people's consciousness back from the low ebb of emotion, and they didn't react for a moment What was this sudden sound?

While the people were making out what it was, it sounded again.

"Poof......

This will be louder and longer. It's kind of like the sound of a child spitting up milk on a amplification board.

People's eyes are on the source of the sound, the storyteller on the high platform. But I saw him look at them with a strange posture and expression. With his hands behind his back, he had an embarrassed smile on his face and a painful look of holding back something.

People wonder, sir, what's the matter?

"Poof......

Another voice sounded, this time louder and longer than the previous one, and the entire teahouse was heard by the people in the teahouse, both upstairs and downstairs.

Someone with a sensitive nose has already covered his nose with a look of disgust. "Well, it smells so bad!"

One person said, and a second said, "Sir, are you farting?"

"Nonsense, how could I let it go...... Fart. The storyteller blew his beard and glared. Sven people should speak elegant words and do elegant things, where can they fart in front of everyone.

It's a pity that his fart protested, and it sounded again in a very shameless way. "Poof......

The fart seemed to understand people's words, and thought that someone finally knew how aggrieved it was holding in other people's intestines, so it rang twice harder to respond to everyone's doubts. "Poof...... Poof......"

"Hmm, it stinks!"

"Why does it stink so much!"

"It's a shame. ”

People stood up with their noses covered, left the encirclement of stinky farts, and looked at him with disgust, contempt, and theater watching. It's like he's a plague, as far as he can hide.

Mr. Storyteller was very angry, he was sought after by everyone just now, but now he has become a plague and is disliked. The treatment gap and emotional ups and downs are more tragic than Yun Tianhua and Gao Saburo in the story.

What's more, he can't hold back his ass for what is about to come out!

Mr. Storyteller didn't care if he was ashamed or not, he threw the fan directly, and rushed out of the door while lifting his ass with a painful face.

"Hahaha......"

The storyteller ran far away, and he could still hear a burst of laughter coming from behind the teahouse.

On the second floor of the teahouse, Duanmu Ling leaned over and whispered a few words in Baxia's ear. Eight first stared at each other in shock, and then ran out again.

***

Everyone sat down again, talking about the influential figures Gao Saburo and Miss Yun. Xiao Er cleverly opened the doors and windows, diluting the foul smell in the building. The guests were served new tea, melon seeds and pastries.

Yun Tianhua asked Yun Liu: "Look at him like that, you have a lot." ”

Yun Liu's "hehe" laughed twice, stretched out a finger, and said, "I have a whole pack, and he won't want to live in peace without seven or eight times, and he will not get out of bed for two or three days." ”

It's ruthless!

Qiu Shu looked confused, "Miss, what are you talking about, what are you going on?"

Yun Liu said slyly: "I put a whole packet of laxatives in his tea. Ha ha. ”

"Ahh He turned his head to look at his own young lady, and thought to himself, when did her young lady become so black-bellied? How did she become more and more similar to the little overlord in the capital.

At this moment, a person ran in in a hurry, panting and grabbed a shopkeeper and asked, "Is Mr. Chen from your teahouse?"

Xiao Er nodded: "Yes, Mr. Chen is the storyteller in our teahouse." ”

"Then come with me. The man pulled Xiao Er and was about to run out.

Xiao Er didn't know why, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, come with me! Your husband has fallen into the manure pit!"

As soon as the people in the building heard this, they got up curiously and followed the shopkeeper. There have been strange things year after year, and there have been a lot of them recently. People fall into the dung pit, it is a once-in-a-century scene, but it is not to be seen.

"Let's go, let's take a look. ”

"Hurry up, walk quickly. Is anyone dead?"